Give your soul to me.
ArtisticViolin.
I has it.
Take it as you will.
It Seems“Hello?” Eyesight narrow, it seems: Periphery constantly flits, Flirts with my weary mind. Just an idea, As abstract as the soul.It Seems
I’ve been searching all about For eternity, it seems: As time passes by, nothing changes. I can find nothing, See nothing but what’s in front. There’s only a name, nothing more.
I can’t believe this happened. You’ve left me, it seems: There’s no one to stand beside me, Or is there? I couldn’t see if I tried. Or perhaps I just don’t want to.
The Journey of Souls, pt. II A loud pop emitted from the hideous green creature's neck as it was neatly snapped in two by the hilt of Jin's sword. Vashniir was on his own two feet now, running but struggling to keep up with his father. From every direction, a goblin glared at the pair of humans with malice in its eyes. They were completely surrounded by hostile fiends, the likes of which were spurred on by naught but a primitive lust for blood. Vashniir knew that reason could not to such beasts, and yet... "Why are they doing this? Why us?!" "Don't be such a fool. TheseThe Journey of Souls, pt. II
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"Wow, I didn't know athlete had three syllables. Ath-uh-lete...That's ama-za-zing!"
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